[ So it was the creature blowing bubbles. Damian waves off the second bubble, popping it against his scuffed glove, and frowns at the newcomer from beneath the shadow of his hood. From what he's gathered, the indigenous population doesn't have any children, and so children as young as this one are fairly rare to find in the city - taken from their own planets, same as he.
He glances around, automatically, for the boy's guardian, but it seems he's walking alone; the area on this side, at least, is clear. ]
Yes. And I'm not interested in a better look. [ Clipped, short. Damian has no use for frivolous things like festivals. He's fine with staying on this side of the river, away from the crowds. ]
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He glances around, automatically, for the boy's guardian, but it seems he's walking alone; the area on this side, at least, is clear. ]
Yes. And I'm not interested in a better look. [ Clipped, short. Damian has no use for frivolous things like festivals. He's fine with staying on this side of the river, away from the crowds. ]
That creature is yours, then?